Battlefield Contractor

    Morningstar Military Security Company, Stockholm headquarters.

    An old man in a black suit sits in a wheelchair. He is very old, his eyes are sunken and his skin is wrinkled. But as his eyes flashed, they were still as sharp as a falcon. There is a shelf next to his wheelchair. A small oxygen tank is fixed to the shelf, and the two connected tubes are fixed under the old man's nose.

    The old man closed his eyes and listened to a young man’s report, as if he had fallen asleep.

    "Due to the collusion between Alberta, the executive director of the African branch, and the secret agency, the situation in Santujac has further deteriorated. Most of the government forces are not in the capital area, so in the face of the Liberty Liberation Alliance’s elite assault, It only lasted for less than 24 hours. At six o'clock in the morning, the capital of Santujac was declared to fall. Harlott’s government forces were forced to move to the eastern region, and the situation took a turn for the worse.” The young man said carefully.

     But when the young man finished speaking, the old man opened his eyes and said indifferently, "That's it?"

    "Yes, General. That's all for now." The young man whispered. "Mr. Michelle is still waiting outside."

    The old man nodded and waved, "Go out, let him in." The young man walked out with his head down.

    A few minutes later, Michelle walked in. The old man glanced at him slowly and said, "Sit down."

    Michelle sat down, waiting for the old man to speak calmly. Michelle knows this is the rule of the CEO. Before he speaks, it is best for others not to talk too much.

    The old man looked at him and smiled slightly, "Is there any smoke on your body?"

    "No, I quit. And I don't think it is a good idea to smoke with oxygen." Michelle shook his head slightly.

    "It's a pity, I still want to take a cigarette with you when no one is there, just like we did before." The old man sighed slowly, "Have you heard about Africa? "

    "Yes, I got the news this morning." Silver Wolf Michelle nodded.

    "I didn't expect that Alberta would turn back. I was pretty optimistic about him." The old man shook his head and said with some doubts, "Am I a little confused?"

    "General, you are indeed old, but you are not confused." Michelle said calmly. "If someone thinks you are always confused, then he is really confused."

    "After all, I didn't expect that the problem would be directly in Alberta." The old man said slowly, "The company seems to have some problems with its employment strategy. So I want to hear your opinion."

    "General, you know that I have never interfered in matters concerning the African branch." Michelle shrugged.

    "I didn't let you intervene, I just want to hear your suggestions." The old man frowned.

    "The African branch is a large branch of the company. There are a lot of capable people there, but there is never a real trustworthy one. This time in Alberta is an example. I think if the general really wants Determined to reorganize the African branch, then there should be a suitable candidate in my heart." Michelle smiled slightly, "But if this person wants to convince the public, he must do something."

    "Do you know who the candidate in my heart is?" the old man blinked.

    Michelle sighed, "Apart from the Panthers, who else is more familiar with African affairs, and who can have more extensive relationships than him?"

    The old man smiled slightly, "Silver Wolf, I really did not misunderstand you. In fact, you are the best talent I have discovered over the years. So even if my appreciation for you has caused dissatisfaction with many people, I insist. Think you will be the future of the company."

    Michel did not directly answer his sentence, but slowly said, "However, the Panthers are currently in the prison in Guantanamo. If I remember correctly, his sentence is still a long time. It's you, and you can't get him out through relationships. Unless you can manage to get the president's amnesty."

    The old man nodded and said, "I really can't get the amnesty, but fortunately, my friends in the military will provide some information. For example, the location of the black panthers and the situation of the security guards."

    Michelle frowned slightly, "What do you mean?"

    "It was a last resort to lock him up at the beginning. Because what he did was dirty and dirty work, once things were exposed, there must be a scapegoat. Now if we get him out, I miss him I will be very grateful, and I am very willing to accept our contract." The old man said slowly.

    "I heard that right? You mean armed robbery or military prison." Michel frowned, "In such a sensitive period, it is not wise to do so."

    "You don’t understand, this incident has actually been acquiesced by high-level officials. But for some special reasons, he cannot be released through normal channels. If he is abducted, no one will hold him accountable. Permanently sealed, no one knows the truth. Moreover, the identity of the Panther will be completely washed away, paving the way for him to enter the African branch." The old man slowly said.

    "I don't understand, why is this?" Michelle frowned. "If they are willing to let people go, why do they do so much extra?"

    The old man smiled slightly, "You will not understand that there are also factional disputes among the U.S. military. The conflict between the Navy and the Army is a long-standing issue. If the Panthers are to be released, it will touch the nerves of some people. Especially the Guantanamo Joint Task Force. So using this method of robbery can avoid a lot of trouble. Moreover, the robbery of prisoners will expose many of their own problems. This will only make them find ways to cover up, rather than pursue them."

    Michelle slowly said, "So, what does the general need me to do?"

    "You are also the operations director of the entire Central and South America, and Guantanamo is in Cuba. It is completely within your sphere of influence. So I want you to complete this thing." The old man slowly said.

    "I’m afraid it’s not very convenient, but I’m a tree. I don’t know how many pairs of eyes are staring at me in secret. As long as I move a little, it may cause suspicion." Michelle wryly smiled.

    "But they don't know the existence of UFO team." The old man sighed. "You have spent a lot of effort to build a sharp blade, but the value of a sharp blade lies not in hiding, but in use. Do you understand what I mean?"

    "Are you talking about putting the UFO team into this rescue operation?" Michelle frowned.

    "Yes, they are yours, and there should be no problem with their loyalty. Moreover, they come from Africa and they are completely fresh faces. After doing this, immediately return to South Africa with the panthers, and no one can lock their whereabouts. This will be a perfect action. The African branch can't be without a leader, so your people should do it within a week." The old man looked at Michelle.

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